I'm feeling you deeply lately,

I don't know why,

But I guess the aesthetic locked unknown is copying your existence in my heart.

I don't belong to any philosophical school

But you know I am very nihilistic man

And what is happening conquer my solid brain.

I don't owe even my third eye

That can't see anything nowadays

Except some nuggets of meanings.

I hope I can't send what I wrote

I hope I can't be naked in front of on your vision.

It's not metaphors I write,

Or it's not metaphors that haven't deeply feelings.

Now I want to dance

In front of you

In front of your khold eyelashes.

I know it's wired

But weirdness is the heart of people who are filled with unknowns.

elsaied abdelghani 

from "Game of null" poetry book

link:

https://archive.org/details/game-of-null-elsaied-abdelghani